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( moans )

( chuckles )

Baby, you're freezing.

( knocking on door )

( pounding on door )
Hey. Hey.

Whoa! Whoa!

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I didn't think that
you would notice.

Oh, stealing food is okay
if nobody notices?

It's not stealing,
it was sharing.

I didn't want to share
my lunch with you.

See, you just said
it was sharing.

Excuse me.

Show a little respect.

This is a place of peace
and dignity.

That was before
Kate got here.

We need a mediator, Ducky,

or I'm going to have to go
to Employee Relations.

Which would be tattling.

No, going to Employee Relations
is not tattling.

It's the adult version
of "I'm telling Mommy."

You are so juvenile.

Am not.
Are so.

Am not.

( sighs ):
Ducky...

we need
an unofficial mediator.

Did you try Gibbs?

Yes, I see your point.

We thought of McGee.

But we have
no respect for him.

And then we thought of you.

I see, third on the short list.

Well, at least
I beat out Abby.

Well, we just came from there.

She turned us down.

Oh.

Come on, Ducky,
she's driving me crazy.

Well, I am busy, but...

Abby needs these
blood samples stat.

Yes, as I say, I am busy,

but I'm flattered
that you would entrust

your relationship to me.

It will be rather like

marriage counseling.

Let's not use those words.

Ducky, it is only
a "working relationship."

TONY:
So you'll do it?

Of course.
I would relish the experience.

Yes, I studied psychology at
the University of Edinburgh

under Professor
O'Donnell...
Okay, so let's start.

I left my desk

for just a minute
and when I came back,

Tony was eating half
of my tuna fish sandwich.

Okay. See... see...

Whoo!

I'm hungry--
we're buddies.

It shouldn't be
a big deal.

But little Miss Tighty
Twisty Pants

blows everything
out of proportion

and it becomes a major deal.

All you left me was the crust.

Ah, who is right here?

Come on, Ducky, please.
Tell him.

We need to look
a little deeper.

I mean, there is clearly

a latent sibling rivalry

being expressed by
your adolescent

and sexually-charged
bickering.

It all stems from
a desperate desire to please

a father figure.

And I think we all know
who that is.

What does this have to do
with my tuna fish sandwich?

There's no father
figure, Ducky.

Hey.

Why don't you answer your phone?

Norfolk Homicide
found a body,

a female petty officer.
Come on.

Let's go.
I'll gas the truck.

I got the gear.

I pre-packed the gear
already.

Yes, there are clearly
issues here.

Yes, we need to meet

twice a week, at least.

DETECTIVE MAUCERI:
Petty Officer Second Class
Manda King

according to her ID.

26 years of age,
in the navy four years.

That's as far as I got

when we called you.

Hell, we got enough
things to do around here.

( plastic cigarette whistles )
Give me a break,
I'm trying to quit.

This the suspect?

Willie Taylor.
Tends bar at Sugar Street.

We're processing him now.

Okay, Ducky.

All right.

Stabbed to death?

Oh, I think that's
a safe assumption.

Although,
I found something

around her nares.
Show him, Jimmy.

Do I have nares, Jimmy?

All mammals
have nares, sir.

Openings in your nose.

Give that to Abby.
Have her ID it.

Yes, sir.

I didn't mean to imply
you didn't

know what nares were.
Time of death?

Well, the windows
are open,

the body is naked,

which would allow the heat
to dissipate faster.

If I were forced
to proclaim a rough...

I'm forcing.

0330, 0500.

We got an anonymous 911 call
of a woman screaming

in this apartment at 5:30.

Or 0530.

GIBBS:
McGee.

See if you can trace the source
of that 911 call.

On it.

Her lividity has changed.

She may have been moved.

Suspect said
he flipped her.

Boss, I don't know
if you want to see this,

but you probably should.

Some night.

Got to be
three condoms in there.

Bag 'em.

Get 'em to Abby.

Spoke to Manda King's C.O.

Bag 'em, Probie.
Said she was
a good sailor,

straight-laced,
a real hard worker.

And she was being promoted
to the captain's yeoman.

Personal yeoman to a navy
captain doesn't track with

snorting drugs.

She told her shipmates
she had business in Norfolk.

Didn't say what?

No.

Your place or mine?

( cigarette whistles ):
Mine.

Look...

on my mother's life,

that's not the girl
that I took home last night.

You went to bed with one woman
and you woke up with another?

Mm-hmm.

I hate it
when that happens.

Never as pretty.

Sorry.

Oh, come on, you're not
going to tell Ducky

about that, are you?
Yes, I am,
I'm keeping a journal.

I suppose that knife
wasn't your knife?

No, it wasn't.

I actually carry
a Swiss Army knife.

How many drinks
did you have?

Like, two or three.

Your blood alcohol level
was .12 percent, Willie.

All right, look, you got me.
I had a few more.

You know how it is
when you're tending bar.

No. Tell me.

You act friendly and
people buy you drinks.

Which are watered down
to make more money.

We don't do that at
Sugar Street, all right?

You pick her up
at the club?

No. No, I met her
in the parking lot.

She said she lost her keys.

You ever see her before?

Nope.

I just thought, "Damn, you're
a lucky bastard, Willie."

You get her name, lucky bastard?

Manda, I think.

Ah. Funny.

Dead sailor we found
in your bed was named Manda.

She's not the girl
that I slept with.

What was Manda's
last name?

She didn't say.

Phone number?

I didn't get it.

It all went down kind of fast.

I gave her a kiss,
whoop-de-whoop,

and then it's back to my place
to make some noise.

Anybody see you two
who can verify your story?

No.

You and Manda get in a fight?

No.

Look, look,
we had a good time.

Yeah.

I'd say you had
a real good time.

We found traces of meth
in your blood.

Did you give her meth, too?

No.

We didn't do
any drugs together.

I am telling the truth.

That is not the girl
that I slept with.

Abbs, I need
the condoms tested.

Not the words you want to hear
first thing in the morning.

It's already running.

Not just the inside,

I want to make sure
the outside DNA's tested

and matches that of
Petty Officer Manda King.

Suspect claims he went
to bed with one woman

and woke up with another.

That happens to girls, too.

Midnight, some guy seems
all dark and gnarly,

then you wake up

and his tattoos are fake
and he works at a bank.

I used to work
at a bank.

Your tat is real.

And you don't disappoint me.

Boss, the anonymous phone call

came from a pay phone
outside Willie's apartment.

No fingerprints?

No, and that's weird.

He sleeps with her,
he stabs her,

and there's no prints
on the knife.

Blood matches the victim?

Yeah. The tox screen's
still running,

but it's a safe bet
that it's methamphetamines.

Powder in her
nose was meth.
Yup.

Why would a straight-laced
petty officer OD on meth?

Maybe she's not
so straight-laced.

We all have our funky side.
Except Kate.

And you, boss.

I'm sure you have
no funky side.

Time to find out
who the real Manda King was.

I never thought Manda
would go before me.

Dad's got end-stage
bone cancer.

Did your sister know
a Willie Taylor?

Not that I know.

But, then, she's been at sea
for eight months.

He's not a sailor.

Is that who stabbed
my little girl?

He's a suspect, sir.

You burn him,
won't you,

Agent Gibbs?

If he did it,
you have my word.

Mr. King, can you tell us

a bit about
your daughter, sir?

Manda was tough as nails,

worked hard.

Cared for me,

helped me to raise her.

She'd do anything
for you.

Did you know Manda was promoted
to captain's yeoman?

Yeah, she was a fine sailor.

Which makes what
I'm about to tell you

difficult to hear.

My daughter's dead.

What's worse than that?

We found drug residue
in her nose.

That's a lie.

Manda never did drugs
in her life.

Well, I'm sorry,
but that is what we found.

I don't believe it.

Won't believe it.

You have to come in here
and tell this to my father?

Your sister was murdered.

We have to know
who she really was.

She was my good girl.

That's who she was.

Daddy's good... good girl.

Hey.

DNA test done already?
No.

It's running, but I got
an answer without it.

The fluid on the outside
of the condoms

has a different
blood antigen

than Petty Officer
Manda King.

There's no way Petty Officer
King had sex with Willie Taylor.

Willie was set up.

The knife missed
her vital organs,

so the wound in
and of itself

was not fatal.

She didn't bleed
to death.

Exactly.

Her body contained
four liters of blood,

so there was
no exsanguination.

Ducky...

I'm sorry.

It's such a lovely word,
exsanguination.

I can't help saying it.

( chuckles )

Moving on.

Since there was no bleeding
from the wound....

She was dead
when she was stabbed.

Precisely.
Abby confirmed

the drug in her nose
and blood

was a methamphetamine,

an incredibly large, lethal
dose of methamphetamine.

Someone tried to make
an accidental overdose

look like murder?

I wouldn't call it
an accidental overdose.

No, in cases like this,

where such a
frighteningly high

amount of the drug
is found,

I would say
it was a suicide.

Boss,

Willie Taylor's here.

You know why Norfolk P.D.
delivered you here?

Yeah. I'm a ping-pong ball.

They serve me to you
and you smack me right back.

( chuckles )

No. No, you are telling
the truth.

Petty Officer King OD'd.

After she was dead,
someone stabbed her,

put her in your bed;

made it look
like murder.

Who would do that to you?

Wait a second.

So, you know that
I'm completely innocent?

Man,

don't I get, like,
an apology or nothing?

You get to slide on
using methamphetamines.

I-I don't know.

That's not good enough, man.

Wait, wait, wait, wait!
Wait.

( sighs )

Damn.

Look, uh...
female sailors are,

are like poison.

Anything happens to them--

drugs, sex, anything,
it doesn't matter--

boom, you guys put
our club off limits,
all right?

No sailors,
you ain't got no Sugar Street.

Who'd benefit from that?

Uh, yeah, well, Ian Hitch.

He owns Teaz,

and we're his only real
competition.

If that sailor OD'd
in his club,

he would need to get
the stink off fast.

And shut Sugar Street down
in the process.

Yeah, it's the kind of stunt

that limey bastard
would pull, too.

McGEE:
Ian Hitch, AKA "Bulldog."

American mother, English father.
Dual citizenship.

According to Scotland Yard,

he was charged
with murder twice

in Manchester,
skated both times.

I'm afraid to ask,
why "Bulldog"?

I don't know.

Bulldog bites you in the ass
and never lets go.

He owns Teaz in Norfolk.

Yeah, well, when I was stationed
there, I-I heard about it.

Apparently,
there's some

very hot dancers there.

You heard?

Yeah. Well, I never went there.

Honest.

Okay.

Hey, it seems to me that...

Why are you looking
at me like that for?

Oh, I'm just waiting
for you to say,

"Boss, let me take
the lead on this one!"

( chuckles )

What I was going to say, Kate,

was that if Hitch used a girl
to seduce Willie Taylor,

it was probably one
of his dancers.

We get Willie
to identify Ms. Go-Go

and flip her
to get to Hitch.

( clears throat )

What are you doing?

Oh, just chronicling
this little conversation

for our next session with Ducky.

You done?

Almost.

"Done" or "fired"

are the choices.

Done.

Should we take Willie
to the club

to identify the girl?

No. I don't want him
anywhere near Hitch.

Boss, I will find out
who dances at the club

and pull their DMV photos.

Not going
to work, McGee.

Girls at the club

work for tips, Probie.

No W-2 forms.

And names like "Tiffany Glitter"
and "Stormy Weathers"

they don't appear
on driver's licenses.

Boss, I really think
I should take...

the lead on this one.

( chuckling )

All right,

it's looking good.

Let's see Tony.

Well, what do you know?

DiNozzo is finally looking

where he is supposed
to be looking.

I heard that.

How's that?

Well, it's art,

but we kind of need
a shot of her face.

I could make a fortune
on the Internet with this.

Okay, got it.

Next!

TONY:
Right, boss.

Just being thorough.

GIBBS:
That's it.

( chuckles nervously )

I'm watching you, DiNozzo.

How's that look?

Uh, closer.

Is this better?

One second.

Did ya get it yet?

( computer trilling )

Wow, Kate,

how'd you get her to do that?

DiNozzo, go back
to the last booth.

Yeah, right there.

That Hitch?

That's him.

DJ:
What's up, party people!

Tonight is going to be hot,
but this crowd is even hotter

'cause only the best
get into Teaz.

I'm DJ Night Trap, and I'm gonna
get off the mike right now

because I know
who you came here to see...

Jade!

( cheering )

( pop music playing )

* Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh-uh

That's Samantha King.

* Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh-uh

* Sophisticated lady

* But nasty when I want to be

* I see you staring
from across the room *

* And you can't keep
your eyes off me... *

Hey, Tony, stop jumping
up and down.

We can't see.

* Like a puppet
on a string, whoo! *

* Have you in cuffs
like cops and robbers, baby *

* 'Cause touching me's
a felony *

* Put your hands up
'cause I'm cold-blooded *

* Boy, who does it belong to?

* Cold-blooded

* It ain't that complicated.

Thanks. That was fun.

Now get out.

( cheering )

Taking your sister's death
pretty hard, Jade.

What are you doing here?

The question is:
What are you doing here?

What are you afraid of?

Who are you?

Same as Kate.

Well, not exactly.

Answer my question.

It's Saturday night.
I sing here, okay?

Oh, you sing the day
after your sister's murdered?

I gotta go.

Not unless we get some answers.

Blue, you better get out here.

You know how we found you?

We were here looking
for your sister's murderer.

You said you had her murderer.

He didn't do it.

What's going on, Jade?

We're just talking.

Well, not no more you ain't.

Yeah, I think we are.

My partner, Lulu,

she wants to sign Jade
to a record contract.

Bulldog ain't gonna like that.

Twinkle Toes, Candy Pants,
stay behind your mommy.

Where'd Bulldog get his name?

When he gets his teeth
into a girl's arse,

he never lets go.

I knew it. I knew it.

Lulu, I was right about Bulldog.

You're gonna get me killed.

Just like your sister was?

Look, we think Hitch
had her killed. Why?

No, he wouldn't do that.

I mean, he knew she wanted
me to leave this life,

but he wouldn't kill her.

Wouldn't he?

Let's go, Bruce!
She's not interested!

No harm, no foul.

Guess not.

Gosh, those guys were big.
Big, big, big, big.

Mm-hmm. She's cute.

She's hot.

I don't know about you,

but I sleep with
a lot of women, so...

I wouldn't know anything
about that, Willie.

I'm a Mormon.

Oh.

I'm sorry.

I'm, uh, you know,

I think it could be
this one here.

But I was
really drunk, so...

Sit down.

You're going
to have to do better.

Look, man, I'm doing
the best I can, all right?

All right. All right.

Yeah, I think
it's her.

Summer Diamond. Very hot.

You "think"
this is her?

Look, there's
always something

about every woman
that you remember,

something small and subtle.

Something you're going
to remember 20 years later:

A piece of jewelry,
a laugh, something.

A smell.

KATE:
Ugh!

I feel like I died and woke up

in a Calvin Klein ad.

I thought you were a Mormon?

Concentrate, Willie.

( sighs )

Ah, yeah.

She had a tat.

How could I forget?

What did it look like?

It was of a bulldog.

It was right there
on her ass.

Sweet Slick Willie.

Look at that.
The devil is in the details.

I knew this girl once.

She squeaked.

She made this little squeak...

Tony, do you want
to tell Ducky that story?

Ducky's already
heard it. We all have.

It's a good story.

Then you tell it to Kate

while you're bringing in
Summer Diamond.

Don't I get to hear it?

You recognize this man?

SUMMER:
Nope.

He works
at Sugar Street.

Ever been there?

I work six nights
a week at Teaz.

The last place
I'm going to go

on my night off
is another club.

You recognize this?

Agent Todd took that photo.

It is of your rear end.

You always get
the best jobs.

Willie described it
perfectly.

I dance practically naked.

Hundreds of guys
have seen my ass.

So, you didn't sleep with him
two nights ago?

No.

Willie says he's never been
to your club.

You know what?

I believe him.

Every dancer in the club
has that tat.

It means
we're in Bulldog's crew.

I'd have thought
he'd use a bite mark.

( knocking )

GIBBS:
Enter.

We have a court order

for a DNA sample, Ms. Diamond.

Open your mouth.
It doesn't hurt.

Compare it to the DNA
found on the condoms

in Willie Taylor's apartment.

Jethro, Jethro.

I need you.
I need you, like, now.

I'm sorry, Jethro,

because of the chemical burns
from the methamphetamines

and the bleeding,
I-I missed this.

There. There,
you see it?

Almost a perfect circle.

I know I said that the cause
of a massive overdose

was usually suicide,

but then I got
to thinking.

Always a good thing.

I mean, that mark
was made by the end

of a hard, round tube,

like the end of a funnel.

You don't commit suicide
by pouring meth

through a funnel
into your nose.

No. It was a horrible,
painful death.

You know what'll happen

if he finds out
I'm talking to you?

Don't you want to know
how your sister died, Samantha?

She was stabbed?

Yes, she was,

but that wasn't
what killed her.

Your sister was restrained

and methamphetamine
was forced

down her nose
and her throat

until her heart failed.

Oh, God... Manda.

Look, Willie Taylor

believes that he's
been framed for her murder

by your boss Ian Hitch.

Bulldog wouldn't, he...

Why not?

Sugar Street
gets declared off limits

and Club Teaz gets
a huge surge of new clientele.

But that's isn't why
it happened, is it, Samantha?

Our mom died when I
was three, Agent Todd.

Manda practically raised me.

When she found out
I was working for Hitch,

she lost it.

How'd you get hooked up
with a guy like that?

He said he had connections
with record companies,

that he'd make me a star.

I believed him.

But your sister didn't.

She was always the smart one
in the family.

Why didn't you
just walk away?

I signed a contract
with him.

Manda was trying
to get me out of it.

And he had her killed.

Look we got to get you
someplace safe...

You don't get it, do you?

Hitch owns me.

I sing when he wants,
dance when he wants.

I sleep with him when he wants.

No one walks away
from him...

ever.

He murdered your sister,
Samantha.

And you'll never prove it.

They never do.

( cell phone rings )

It's him.

Don't answer it.
( cell phone rings )

I have to.

What are you doing, love?

Some shopping, baby.

Really?

It looks like you're having
a spot of tea to me.

If he finds out you're a cop,
I am dead.

Lulu, I presume?

Didn't get my message
last night?

Jade here already
has a manager.

That's what I told her, Ian.

Did I ask you to speak, love?

So, tell me, what label
do you scout for?

Well, that's none
of your business.

Ah, but it is if you're
after my property.

Is she available?

Only to me.

Say good-bye
to Lulu, love.

Good-bye, Lulu.

You and your friend Bruce
might want to leave town

tonight.

You should have had backup
yesterday, Kate.

Well, I didn't expect
Hitch to show up, Gibbs.

It won't happen again.

I know.

McGee, how'd he track her?

Well, Samantha's
cell phone number

is registered to Ian Hitch.

So he's probably using

the imbedded GPS to keep tabs
on her location.

Paranoid.

Kind of reminds me of someone.

What I meant was, most managers

are afraid of losing
their stars.

With a voice like that, Samantha
could be the next Brandy.

What's a Brandy?

She's a singer
and an actress, boss.

She's very, very hot.

The point is, Hitch
isn't going to let her go.

He'd kill her first.

( telephone rings )

Yeah. Gibbs.

We're on our way.

Norfolk Homicide found
the body of a young woman.

She had my card in her bra.

MAUCERI:
We just ID'd her.

Keisha Scott.

Looks like a hit-and-run, Gibbs.

Her club name's
Summer Diamond.

She was in our interrogation
room yesterday.

Willie Taylor ID'd her
as the girl he had sex with,

not Petty Officer King.

She cop to it?

If she did, she'd be in
NCIS custody instead of dead.

No chance this was
an accident.
Nope.

Ian Hitch is involved.

Bulldog?

Explains a lot.

No witnesses,

nobody in the neighborhood
heard anything last night.

He's got this part of town

in his pocket.

Yeah, how about you?

I'll pretend I didn't
hear that, Gibbs.

Either way,
I'm taking him down.

You might find who did this,
but connecting him to Bulldog?

Uh-uh, ain't going
to happen.

Well, no, not if you keep
letting him skate, Mauceri.

Hey, I've been down
this road before, Gibbs.

I bring him in for questioning,

his lawyer'll have him
out before lunch.

I got a better idea.
Yeah?

Yeah. You turn jurisdiction
over on this to me this time.

Well, you got it.

How soon can you get
the rest of your team here?

Oh, pretty soon.

( whistles )

No way this was
hit-and-run, boss.

She's practically naked.

It was 35 degrees this morning.

You see that, Mr. Palmer?

Someone was holding

her arms tightly
before her death.

Enough to cause these bruises.

She was shoved in front
of a vehicle, Duck?

It's possible.

I'll know more when I get
the poor girl back home.

KATE:
We've got some broken glass
over here.

Looking at the thickness,
maybe a headlight.

Bag it.

McGee!
Yeah, boss?

Locals think
it was a hit-and-run.

What about you?

Me? Um...

Me, uh...

Answer the man, Probie.

I don't think so.

Why?

Well, uh, there are
no skid marks

before or after the body.

Whoever hit her
didn't even slow down.

Kate, take DiNozzo
and pick up Samantha.

Make sure her cell phone's off.

Don't tell her about Summer.

I want to know
where this dirt bag was

the night Petty Officer King
was murdered.

And where he was last night

when Summer decided to go
for a walk half naked.

You got it, boss.

It's supposed to be my day off.

How do you know Hitch
won't find out

I'm not at the hospital
with my father?

He won't.
When our computer geek's
done your phone,

it'll show you were
there all day.

Probie, rig the GPS chip.

Location: Norfolk Hospital,

noon to 1730.

You can really do that?

Sure.

I've already told your people,

I'm not talking about this,
Agent Gibbs.

So can we please
make this quick?

You're not here to talk.

You're here to see.

What?

A friend.

Oh, God, Summer.

Summer...

This is not happening.

How did this...?

How do you think?

She has a two-year-old.

Even Bulldog couldn't...
Bulldog's tying up

his loose ends, Samantha.

All you have to do
is cooperate with us

and we'll take him
out of your life for good.

I can't.
Don't you understand?

Your sister's in the freezer.

Maybe you'd like
to say good-bye?

Summer talked to you!

That's why she's lying
on that slab.

It's not happening to me.

You're right.

It's happening because of you.

Okay.

Either charge me
with something

or I'm out of here.

Now.

You're making
a big mistake, Samantha.

Once you walk
out those doors,
we can't protect you.

Boss, Hitch has got
a very good alibi

for last night.

He was in New York
promoting his club.

The photos here are
from the gossip page

of The Eastsider
this morning.

I checked with
the airlines.

He didn't get back
until 1100 today.

He always wins.

I tried to tell my sister that.
She didn't listen.

And I hope you do
before I end up dead, too.

GIBBS:
Cause of death?

DUCKY:
She received
several fatal injuries

consistent with
vehicular homicide.

If I had to pick one?

Hmm. Internal bleeding.

Although, her neck
was broken on impact,

damaging her spinal cord

and carotid artery.

I'm afraid even
if you'd survived, my dear,

you would never have danced
again.

GIBBS:
Drugs?

Well, the tox screen showed
a mixture of methamphetamine

and alcohol
in her blood.

But not enough to kill her
like our petty officer.

What about the bruising?

Well, these bruises
here on her arms

were made by somebody
holding her tightly.

I wish I could tell you more.

Yeah, Duck, so do I.

Jethro, there is a procedure
Abby could use

to lift the fingerprints
off these bruises.

Off of dead skin?

Yeah, only we'd need
your approval.

Why?

Well, it's prohibitively
expensive and rarely works.

So's getting married.

Do it.

( chuckles )

Are you done yet?
( typing )

I'm going as fast
as I can.

Do you mind?

No.

( sighs )

( computer beeping )

Now I'm done.

Okay, put it on the plasma,
Probie.

( chuckles )

Did you really make these
yourself, Kate?

I did.

'Cause they're delicious.

I didn't know
you could cook.

Well, technically, it's baking,

and there's a lot about me
you don't know, Tony.

Hey, Kate, could I try one?

Of course, McGee.

I made enough for all....

Tony, there were
a dozen in here.

They're really delicious.

Okay, what do you have for me?

A way to keep tabs

on Samantha King's
location, boss.

I think that one
was for....

When I...

when I rigged
the GPS chip in her phone,

I also downloaded the code.

So now we can follow her
anywhere she goes.

She's 20 miles outside
of Norfolk on Route 64.

Good work, McGee.

That's a good job.

Thank you, boss,

but actually,
it was Tony's idea.

I'm impressed,
DiNozzo.

Just trying
to help out, boss.

Uh...

That's so not right.

McGee,
Abby needs help.

Tony, Kate,
you're with me.

Where're we going?
!
Norfolk.

We're going

to pay Ian Hitch a visit.

What about blowing
our cover as
talent scouts?

Samantha is leaving with us.

She changed
her mind, boss?

Does not matter.

I'm not letting her
end up

like her sister
downstairs.

So, uh, how's this supposed
to work exactly?

Good question.

I've never actually done it
on a body before.

We'll figure it out
together, Jimmy.

Oh, please,
call me Jimmy.

I just did.

Oh, sorry.

I guess
I didn't hear you.

So, this stuff
is basically Super Glue.

It bonds instantly
with almost anything.

And then when it's heated,

the vapors are attracted
to proteins

and fats left behind
from a human fingerprint.

And when they dry,

you can just peel 'em
off like a sticker.

Oh.

Oh, oh, I'm sorry.
I'll get it.

I got it.

Ow!

I'm sorry, my fault,

My fault.

Um, okay, you know,

I think that this
would be better

if I just did this
by myself.

I was only trying
to observe.

Okay.

You can let go
of my arms now.

Right.

Oh, um,

I'm, I'm trying.

Well, try harder!
Jimmy!

( laughs nervously )

I can't. I'm, um...
uh, uh...

I'm stuck here.

Palmer, what the hell
are you doing?!

( nervous chuckle )

McGee, acetone
and Band-Aids-- fast!

KATE:
I'm tracking her GPS signal,
Gibbs.

Samantha's back at the club.

DiNozzo?

( snoring )

I'll wake him up.

No, no.

I got a better idea.

Hold on.

( tires screech )

( grunts )

( chuckling )

Bad dream, Tony?

I thought I....

Call Abby,

see if she got any prints
off the body.

Sure, boss.
( laughs )

You know, you didn't have

to yell at him.

Jimmy is terrified of you now.

He is?

Cool.

This is the last print.

It's a partial
from the right bruise.

Any luck with the prints
from the left arm, he-man?

Still running them through AFIS.

Look, I'll apologize
to him later.

I just...

Ooh, we got a match.

It's one of Hitch's bouncers,

Richard "Blue" McGinty.

All right, I got it.

Thanks, Abby.

Yeah, they got a print
off Summer's body.

It's the bouncer from outside
the club the other night.

( tires screeching )

Jade, Bulldog wants to see you.

You okay, sweetheart?

I don't know
how much more

of this I can
take, Blue.

When you're a star,

this'll all seem
like a bad dream.

I'm having second thoughts
about the dream.

It's kind of late for that,
isn't it, Samantha?

You wanted to see me?

Close the door, Jade.

It seems that Lulu isn't
a talent scout after all.

She's a Navy cop.

I didn't know, Ian.

I swear.

What did you tell them,
that I killed your sister?

I didn't tell them anything!

Now, why don't I believe you,
Jade?

( hammer cocks )

( beeping )

She's inside.

If you shoot me,
they'll know it was you, Ian.

Tell me the game
you're playing

and I'll try
and bear that in mind then.

I'm not playing any games.

That's not what
Summer said.

Did you know she's dead?

Oh... of course you do.

( two gunshots )

( women shrieking )

( screaming )

Put the weapon down.

He was going to kill her.

I didn't have a choice.

Drop it.

( beeping )

You have everything ready
for shipment to Norfolk?

Working on it.

There might be a problem,

though, Gibbs.

What kind of problem?

I got back Summer
Diamond's DNA,

and it does not match

the DNA we took
off the condoms

at the first crime scene.

She didn't set Willie Taylor up.

Nope.

The weird thing is,

I did get a near match

from the Armed Forces
DNA Registry.

He was set up by a sailor?

I'm going to make you proud,
Daddy,

just like you were of Manda.

Everybody's going
to know my name.

I was always proud of you,
Sammy.

My baby

the pop star.

Wish I...

wish we

could be around to see.

Manda always loved
your singing.

We need to talk.

Outside.

He only has a few hours left,
Agent Gibbs.

Is this about Blue?

It's about you.

Summer Diamond didn't
set your sister up.

Were you going to split
the money with Blue?

Or record a demo with it?

We know,

Samantha--
your big sister told us.

Or more appropriately,
her DNA.

There's a 70% match
of the DNA found

on the condoms in Willie
Taylor's apartment.

Only a sibling
could be that close.

We also had access
to your phone, Samantha.

Guess where the GPS chip
puts you

on the nights your sister
and Summer Diamond died?

Setting up Ian Hitch
was a nice touch.

Gets you out of that crappy
record contract you signed

and you get all
your dad's money.

She's dead and still
screwing with my life.

Go say good-bye to your father.

If I were you,
I'd keep lying to him.

( EKG beeping )

I always believed in you,

even when your sister didn't.

( labored breathing )

You're gonna make it,

you're gonna be famous.

I can feel it.

( gasps )

( steady tone sounds )

That's right, Daddy.

I'm going to be a real star.

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